Theodore Nott lived a quiet life, one that he was happy with. He may not have felt right with everything he was raised to believe, but he was content with pretending. That was until she came. Why couldn't he push his feelings aside? Things would've been a lot easier. T now; might change to M later.

"Oh, sod off." She said, pulling her lips in a tight frown. Fred gasped, "Language, your majesty. You wouldn't want the Royal Court to hear you saying such things." He joked, whilst poking her in her upper arm. "Not this again." She groaned. Fred knelt down on one knee, followed closely by George, "Queen Elizabeth, we are your fateful servants, how may we be of service?"

"He stalked closer to her, making her whole body flat against the wall, "Look at him!" He yelled, his hot breath hitting her face due to their close proximity. He unraveled the blankets just enough for her to see what lay inside it. Her breath hitched and her control over her tears disappeared. She could feel bile rising to her throat, but she tried to push it down."

From the ground, the fight was hilarious… at least until someone hit the ground. Elizabeth ran over to where she heard the thud and knelt beside the body that lay on the ground. The person coughed weakly, clearly out of breath. "It's not fair. Someone jinxed my broom." Fred said defiantly. Elizabeth nodded her head, "Sure they did." She said sarcastically.

Hogwarts has always been a place for everyone, no matter who they are. But when Elizabeth Ainsley starts school, she puts those promises to the ultimate test.